oneiric wanderings
Hello! Just call me Storm. ^u^

This is my little blog. I draw, I write, and I role-play a little.

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The Muggle Studies classroom is always locked. In fact, there are few rooms in the castle with as much magical protection. There’s a special password needed to enter that’s distributed carefully to the year’s students on the first day of classes. They are sworn to secrecy and, to date, no one has broken that trust.

There’s more to this security than just fear of vandalism, though there has been that. Charity Burbage spent more than her fair share of time scrubbing nasty messages off her office door when she first started teaching. For a while it was a point of pride that she used her own effort to remove the hateful words. Then came the morning when she fell asleep next to a bucket of soapy water and was nearly late for her first lesson of the day. After that, she cast a Repelling Charm on her office and tried not to feel guilty about it.

The real reason for the layers of charms wrapped around the classroom is what goes on after hours.  If you were to stroll by on any given night. you may see a tearful first year or a stressed out fifth year or even a cool and confident prefect strolling up to the door.  You’d see them execute a complex set of wand patterns, whisper a word, and look around furtively before they enter. 

If you were to follow them in (and I would not suggest this, for the room has its own way of dealing with intruders), you’d see students of all Houses and years, talking and studying and reading. But you may miss what they have in common: they’re all Muggle born. This classroom is the after-hours refuge of those who feel as if they don’t belong, those who find themselves trapped between the magical and the mundane, their parents and their classmates. Here there are shelves of magazines whose covers don’t move; there are stacks of textbooks on science and math, heavy tomes of Shakespeare and thin volumes of poetry.

In the corner you may see Justin Finch-Fletchley studying for his A-levels. He had promised his mum that he would at least try for them, even if he wasn’t sure he would ever leave the magical world. Sometimes Hermione Granger joins him, and they teach each other calculus and world history and pore over the periodic table. 

By the fireplace you could find that tearful first year sitting with the calm prefect, their heads bent close. You might hear the first year pour out his heart, outline his fears, confess his insecurities. The prefect could respond in kind, admitting to the knot of confusion that lies underneath her placid exterior. They might then take out their wands and practice a spell, or pull out a child’s fairy tale collection and read aloud.

If you were a Muggle-born, this might be your sanctuary. It might be the place you miss most when you go home for the summer and try to fit your square peg into a world of round holes. It might be what you defend at the Battle of Hogwarts, fighting for your right to be confused and not fit in. It might be why you come back as the new Muggle Studies professor, why you create an after-hours class to help others get their A-levels and apply to university.

But then again, it might be just another classroom.

(written and submitted by the lovely ppyajunebug. There’s a tremendous sweetness to this that I find very appealing, something comforting about knowing that the Muggle-borns have their own space. This blog often explores the horrifying and strange, but sometimes it’s nice to consider good things, as well.)  

(Source:, via supernatural-is-my-division)



If you’re going to see Divergent, be aware that it contains a fairly unexpected and graphic rape scene.

an article about it 

(via ofpaintedflowers)

Song: Giving Up

Artist: Ingrid Michaelson

Album: Be Ok


Ingrid Michaelson || Giving Up

What if I fall further than you?
What if you you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win?
Chase you with a rolling pin?
Well, what if I do?

(via clarissewasreal)



Rayhaneh Jabbari is sentenced to hang for killing her rapist in self defense in Iran. She is now 26 years old and has been in Tehran’s dreaded Evin prison since 2007. The petition for her release can be found here:

I’m going to keep reblogging this because ALL MY FOLLOWERS NEED TO SIGN THIS.

(Source: captain-majed, via clarissewasreal)


OK BBC, I won’t say I’m disappointed since this is still pretty interesting

but I think everyone can agree on that top link being misleadingly worded

(via supernatural-is-my-division)








Holy shit, I want one of those. He can have all my money.

Thats an amazing use of modern materials. And must have been quite painstaking to master. 

no one person should have that much power

(Source: itsvondell, via supernatural-is-my-division)



imagine a series where everyone is already dead and enjoying the afterlife but the events start to happen and people start to revive so the plot focuses on people trying to cling to death because they dont want to go back to the world and live and have to put up with everything

so in this series instead of the usual “everyone dies” tragedy the problem becomes that “everyone lives”


(via supernatural-is-my-division)




I love that if you look up something on google you usually get really generic photos


But if you add “tumblr” to your search you get really beautiful, artistic pictures





(via supernatural-is-my-division)

Shingeki no Kyojin | Concept Art -> Final Result 1/?

(Source: titanbender, via secretly-a-time-lord)